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Fill for Founder’s Week 2019: Day One Loyalty/Forest
I am sure it is Monday somewhere
Underneath the Underneath
Handsome, powerful, charismatic; it was no exaggeration to say Senju Hashirama stood out in a crowd. Nor that he had more than earned his title as the god of shinobi. No longer was he a boy with a dream. He had become a man of firm resolve. One who possessed the ability to make a difference, and he had.
No longer was Hashirama just the heir, or even the Lord of the Senju Clan. No, he was the First Hokage of Konohagakure no Sato, the man who had changed the face of the elemental nations through sheer force of will. True, he had not done it alone. But it was also true that it was to Hashirama that many looked to guide them into the future, and such men tended to cast long shadows.
Was it any wonder that his younger brother was so often found hidden in said shadow? A pale reflection of the ever glowing sun? Tobirama was quiet where Hashirama was loud, reserved while his elder wore his own heart on his sleeve for all to see. His piercing red eyes were ever watchful, causing more than one ninja to shiver under his gaze.
It was all too easy to think the pale shinobi didn’t care. To believe that the dreaded Demon of the Senju was all Tobirama was. To listen to the insidious rumors that claimed the frankly intimidating man lived and breathed for nothing but the blood soaked fields of battle.
They didn’t see long nights doing paperwork by candlelight as Tobirama struggled to bring his brother’s dream of a peaceful village to life. Plans drafted and redrafted by a steady hand, guided by a brilliant mind. They were ignorant of the grief that lingered in that guarded heart for those that had been lost too soon. Blind to his soft smile as Tobirama watched the children play. A smile that those who loved him found more precious than diamonds, and far more beautiful.
Warmonger, they called him, never knowing of the conversations that took place behind closed doors. Of the endless devotion Tobirama showed in his quest to fulfil his Lord Brother’s will. They never knew, never even considered that the pale man might have dreams of his own. Just like they never realized, that without water, the forest would wither and die.